“Come here.” He’d been treating her with kid gloves. That ended now.

She stepped closer toward him. She stopped at the edge of his desk, and he pointed where he wanted her to stand. Right in front of him with the desk at her back.

Standing up, she tilted her head back to see him.

“Did you miss me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

She didn’t even hesitate.

All of his carefully organized plans were staring him right in the face. “I missed you, too. Lean your ass on my desk.”

“What?”

“Do it.”

She leaned back, her hands going to either side of her. Cupping her face, he pushed some of her locks out of the way. She’d not cut it, and he was damn happy about that. Running his thumb across her bottom lip, he pressed against her mouth and she opened up, sucking on him.

Pulling his thumb out, he wet her lips. “I’ve been thinking about these lips of yours.” He pressed his to hers, kissing her. She moaned, and he stroked his hands down her body, grazing across her nipples as he did. “Do you know what I think about?”

“No.”

“I think about how good it would be to have them wrapped around my cock.” His lips were pressed against her ear.

She gasped again, her body seeming to jerk as she understood what he was saying. Cupping her tits, he kept her in place. Nowhere to run. “Have you thought about me touching you, Hannah? My mouth on your tits, sucking those big nipples?”

“West?” She cried out his name as he pinched her nipple. The sound echoed around the room.

No one was outside yet, not that they’d comment. It wasn’t their place to say shit. They knew their jobs and were doing them well. If they tried to interfere or make Hannah uncomfortable, he’d deal with them. They all knew who he was and what he was capable of doing to them.

Each of them had secrets they wanted to keep hidden.

So long as they did what was required of them, he didn’t have a problem. Any of them stepped out of line, he’d step on them. Simple as that.

Running his hand down her body, he went to the edge of her skirt and started to lift it up. She didn’t fight him.

She wanted this.

He’d listened to her need, watched her stroke her pussy to orgasm only to be unsatisfied. He’d gotten so hard watching her play with herself. She’d worn her nightshirt with no panties, and lifted it up, exposing that sexy cunt that he wanted so much.

Today, he was going to give her the orgasm she’d been craving and that would blow her mind.

With her skirt around her waist, he cupped her pussy.

Her panties were already soaking wet, and as he tore them from her, she let out a squeak of protest.

“I don’t have another pair.”

“Then you’re going to have to go without.” He touched her naked pussy. She had a small smattering of curls over the lips of her pussy. He didn’t mind those. He’d never seen the appeal of a completely shaved or waxed pussy. When the pubic hair grew back, it always felt and looked wrong to him. A personal preference on his part.

As he slid a finger between her slit, her mouth opened on another gasp.

He couldn’t penetrate her today. When he took her hymen, she’d be spread across his bed, legs wide open so he could watch her take him.

Damn, the thought alone made him want to blow his load right now.

Teasing around her clit, going in circles then back again, he slid down to her entrance only to pull right back up so he wasn’t tempted to thrust inside her with his fingers.

“Open your shirt. Show me those tits.”

Her hands shook as she followed his instructions. The bra she wore had a small catch in the front, which she flicked open. Those full tits spilled forward, and he took one between his teeth, sucking on the flesh.

“Lean back,” he said.

There was enough light coming behind for him to see her.

She leaned back until she was flat on the desk.

“Put your legs on the desk.”

“What?”

“Do it.”